[Verse 1]I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockersSellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flacaYour lady say she love you but you locked insideI heard you slipped they caught you rollin' with some dope in your rideYour lady said she'll wait love don't come cheapShe'd rather see in the pinta than six feet deepBut can't she see that in the pinta you're a soldierThey take ya break ya make ya and mold yaTurn you into somethin' way loco hardSurviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yardEvery night thinking about the good ol daysLook at the picture of your ruca on the wall and pray sayPor favor perdon a pecado won't you come into and save me why sabes que I'm feelin' hollowSo look into your saviors eyes and see tearsShed for you loco and all these years

[Chorus]I shed a tear for the vato locked down and thenI shed a tear for his girl waitin' to see him againIt's so hard mi vida but I still tryWorkin' hard to make a difference before I die

[Verse 2]Freakas of the funk yo it's the funk freakasThe dog's out the yard and he's loud in your speakasStompin' with my compas or should I say my back upCrusing in the Impala countin' feria that we stacked upDelinquents pick the slack up I be the first to act upDeal with all these puntos but first I fuck the track upDo what I got to do in the quest for the paperI don't give a fuck if it puts me in dangerDealin' with the anger that everyone hasSometimes it makes me feel like a psychopathI put it on tape and you know I won't lieI'll be down with the Habits even after I die

[Chorus]I shed a tear for you vatos won't you change your waysI shed a tear for you vatos in these last daysIt's so hard mi vida but I still tryWorkin' hard to make a difference before I die

[Verse 3]There must be 50 ways to break it down ya'llThere must be 50 ways to let you knowBut now they come like what's up muthafuckas it's best to move backClick clack goes the cuete snap goes the neckFrom your canton right up to my cantonIt seems that everybody want to be el mas chingonWe move alone or in packas collect ferria in stockasWe got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placasAnd would you strike me down will I feel the wrathTo protect my own another's life is lost in the aftermathNo indecisions mind state makin' moves with precisionSee the good turn bad and confirm that I'm livin'Between Heaven and Hell this be the gloomy old WestWhere many souls get lost and many more lie to rest

[Chorus]I shed a tear for the vatos in street that's dyin'I shed a tear for the mamas that's at home cryin'It's so hard mi vida but I still tryWorkin' hard to make a difference before I die